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Isabel of Castile, First Duchess of York

Isabel was the third of four children of King Pedro I, also known as Pedro the Cruel, who ruled the Crown of Castile from 1350. Her mother was the vivacious and intelligent Maria de Padilla, often described as Pedro's mistress. In 1361, when Isabel was only six, her mother died. The following year, Pedro declared that he and Maria had been lawfully married before he was forced to espouse his estranged French wife, Blanche of Bourbon, who was by then also dead, some said murdered by her husband. His claim of an earlier marriage was subsequently endorsed by the Cortes, thus legitimising Pedro's children by Maria. Pedro was killed by his illegitimate half-brother and deadly enemy Enrique of Trastámara in March 1369. Trastámara became King Enrique II of Castile.

Isabel accompanied her elder sister Constanza to England, and married Edmund of Langley, son of Edward III and Philippa of Hainault, in 1472 at Wallingford, as part of a dynastic alliance in furtherance of the Plantagenet claim to the crown of Castile. Isabel was only 16 or 17 to Edmund’s 31, and brought him no lands or income or even the promise of such because her sister Constanza – who married Edmund’s elder brother John of Gaunt as his second wife – was their father’s heir. John and Constanza spent many years trying unsuccessfully to claim her late father’s throne from her illegitimate half-uncle Enrique of Trastamara, while Edmund and Isabel were required to give up any claims to the kingdom of Castile and were not compensated.

As a result of her marriage, Isabel became the first of a total of eleven women who became Duchess of York. She was appointed a Lady of the Garter in 1379. In their twenty years of marriage, the Duke and Duchess of York had three children:

Edward of Norwich, Duke of York

Constance

Richard of Conisburgh, Earl of Cambridge

Contemporary sources suggest that Edmund and Isabel were an ill-matched pair and their relationship was a rocky one, with Isabel accused of having an affair with John Holland, Duke of Exeter and half-brother to Richard II. The affair is believed to have started as early as 1374 and likely continued for a decade. As a result of her indiscretions, Isabel left behind a tarnished reputation. The chronicler Thomas Walsingham considered her to have somewhat loose morals.

John Holland has also been suggested as the real father of Isabel’s youngest son, Richard of Conisburgh, who was the grandfather of Edward IV and Richard III. The fact that his father Edmund of Langley and brother Edward, both, left him out of their wills has fuelled this theory. However, leaving a son out of your will was not entirely unusual, and Richard had died when his brother made his will.

Isabel of Castile died in December 1392 at the age of about 37 and was buried at Langley Priory in Hertfordshire. In her will, Isabel left items and gifts of money to close relatives by blood or marriage, and to numerous servants of hers, men and women. Isabel referred to Edmund of Langley as her "very honoured lord and husband of York", and left him all her horses, all her beds including the cushions, bedspreads, canopies and everything else that went with them, her best brooch, her best gold cup, and her "large primer". Isabel named King Richard II as her heir, requesting him to grant her younger son, Richard, an annuity of 500 marks. Isabel left nothing at all to her older sister Constanza, duchess of Lancaster, and failed even to mention her. Isabel doesn't forget John Holland in her will, at this time married to Elizabeth of Lancaster, John of Gaunt's daughter.

About 11 months later her widower married Joan Holland, niece of Isabel's supposed lover, John Holland. In another bizarre family twist, it was Joan’s brother, Edmund Holland, Earl of Kent, who had an affair – and an illegitimate daughter – with Constance of York, the daughter of Edmund and Isabel. In Edmund’s own will of 1400 he requested burial ‘near my beloved Isabele, formerly my consort.’ Despite Isabel of Castile's bad reputation and supposedly having been involved in a court scandal that humiliated her husband, Edmund seems to have felt great affection for her as demonstrated by his willingness to rest eternally with Isabel and not with his second wife.

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catalinadearagonsblog · 2 years

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Juana and Catalina de Trastámara in Isabel

#katherine of aragon #catalina de aragon #catherine of aragon #Juana de Castilla #Joanna of Castile #Isabel tve #Irene Escolar

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aztecxviii · 11 months

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Family tree of the Iyer (Trastámara)

Meenakshi Iyer (queen Isabella I of Castile) m. Rudraksh Iyer (Ferdinand II of Aragon)

1. Isha Meenakshi Aadhya Iyer (Infanta Isabel of Aragon)

2. Jai Aadvik Reyansh Iyer (infante Juan of Castile)

3. Jaya Padma Arushi Iyer (infanta Juana of Castile)

4. Sri Devi Shraddha Iyer (infanta Maria of Aragon)

5. Kaushiki Vellachi Rudrani Iyer (infanta Catalina of Aragon)

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isabella-of-castile · 2 years

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A Question on Spanish Naming Conventions

Can someone explain to me what happened that their rulers went from an Isabel de Trastámara to Carlos Antonio Pascual Francisco Javier Juan Nepomuceno José Januario Serafín Diego de Borbón y Sajonia?

#spain #history #isabella of castile #ferdinand of aragon #juana of castile #joanna of castile

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blackdiamondwrites127 · 3 years

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Juana de Castilla, Reina de Castilla y Aragón: My Heir and Legacy

The tenth story in the ‘Mending Bridges, Meaningful Bonds’ collection.

Isabel and Juana talk about what happened in the past and Isabel ended up confessing something that set her daughter off.

Credits:

@spooner7308 for beta reading this and giving me handy writing tips!

Characters:

Isabella I of Castile, Ferdinand II of Aragon, and Juan Trastámara belongs to @weirdbutdecentart100

Isabella Trastámara belongs to @lexartsstuff

Juana ‘La Loca’ de Castile belongs to @ellielovesdrawing

Maria Trastámara belongs to yours truly.

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Infanta Juana made her way to the palace stables. She immediately found the man she was looking for and quickly walked over to him.

Diego Colon.

The son of the explorer Cristobal Colon and Príncipe Juan’s page boy.

Diego stopped brushing his horse when he spotted the Infanta making her way towards him. Things had been quite awkward between them since it was announced that Juana would be sent to Flanders to marry Archiduque Felipe el Hermoso and he has been avoiding her since.

It would only be cruel to Juana to make his feelings evident to her and he knows she feels the same.

“Do not hurry,” Juana said before Diego could walk away. “I know you are avoiding me but I will only bother for a moment.”

The young stable hand nodded and walked closer. Meeting the infant in the middle. Juana took a deep breath.

“I have to entrust you with a task. My mare will not follow me to Flanders,” she said.

Diego frowns in confusion. Juana loves that mare as much as she loves riding it. Why leave it in Castile?

Why give it to him?

“But why, Your Highness? You adore that animal,” he questioned.

“That is why I want you to keep her and keep taking care of her,” Juana answered.

Diego shook his head and said, “no, I cannot accept.”

“Do it,” Juana insisted. “Because it is my wish to give you a present for the good way you served me.”

The young man stared at the Infanta and just nodded in acceptance. Juana gave him a small smile in thanks.

“We will not see each other again. I hope you will be very happy with your wife in those distant lands,” she said. She then turns and takes her leave. Diego wanted to stop her. He wanted to say his feelings.

He could only shed tears as he watched the woman he loved walk away forever.

Juana had to let herself cry once she was out of the public eye. She’ll be leaving home forever and she is afraid of what is to come.

If only she could choose who she is to marry.

Composing herself, the infanta made her way to the main hall where her family was waiting for her to say their goodbyes.

“Even if the wide kingdom of France separates us, know that I will look after you day and night in the distance,” Fernando said as hugged his daughter tightly.

“Much more than a kingdom is needed to prevent your love from reaching me,” Juana said. Her father smiles proudly and kisses her forehead.

“You have my blessing, amada hija. Never forget where you come from or who you are,” he said.

Juana smiled. Trying hard not to shed a tear in front of her family. Isabel walked over to her husband and daughter and said, “we must leave.”

The Infanta faces her family and bows one last time before making her dignified exit. Her mother and Beatriz walking with her and her entourage. The queen followed her daughter all the way to Laredo where the fleet that will be taking her to Flanders where her husband-to-be was waiting for her.

Before Juana could board the ship, she turned and faced her mother. Isabel smiled sadly as she took her daughter’s hands in her own.

Juana smiled at her. “Do not worry. My heart is leaving filled, and its warmth will comfort me no matter how cold it is in Flanders,” she said.

“You will always be in the thoughts of your mother and those who love you here,” Isabel said.

The mother and daughter shared a loving embrace. Holding each other one last time before leaving forever. The separation was hesitant but necessary. Juana was trying her best not to cry. Her voice cracked as she spoke the following words, “all my wish will be to be such a good wife and sovereign as you.”

“I ask God then that your husband deserves you and makes you happy,” Isabel said.

The Infanta gives her mother one last smile before boarding the ship. Her entourage followed right after. The queen stayed on the pier as she watched her daughter.

“She will want for nothing. I will take care of her,” Beatriz, Isabel’s lady in waiting and long time dearest friend, said to her.

Isabel sighs. “I will never see her again,” she mourns. “And after her, her sisters will leave. And it is her who is afraid of loneliness.”

Beatriz smiled reassuringly at her friend before boarding to join Juana on the ship. Isabel stands and watches as the fleet sails away on the horizon.

Having one last glimpse of the daughter she will never see again.

Isabel carries the laundry basket filled with washed clothes out back to hang them up to dry.

She hums to herself as she gets to work hanging clothes on their clothes line. She was just about to finish when she noticed the back door opened and closed. She turned to look to see who had come out and found Juana standing at the back porch.

Isabel noticed that her daughter seemed more nervous and fidgety than usual. Finishing up the last of the clothes and grabbing the basket, she walked over to her third eldest to see what was wrong.

"Juana? Is something the matter, mija? You look afraid," she asked.

Juana seemed to jump when she called her but quickly relaxed when she realized it was just her mother.

"Lo siento, madre...I was just avoiding...um...padre..." she mumbled.

"I see. Do you want to talk?" Isabel asked. Ever Since the incident with Catalina, Fernando has been more determined to talk to Juana.

However, Juana seemed to be intimidated by the forward action of her father and has been avoiding him more.

Juana nodded and Isabel gestured to the bench so they could sit down and talk. Juana goes to sit down while Isabel puts the basket away before joining her daughter on the bench. She took her hand in her own and gently squeezed it.

“So? Tell me whatever you want. I’m here to listen,” she said.

Juana looked at her hesitantly. She was still a bit unsure in trusting her own mother with her emotions. Isabel, however, was quite patient while her daughter gathered her thoughts first. Finally, after several moments of silence, Juana took a deep breath.

“I...I’m still afraid,” she admitted. Her voice was shaking a bit and barely above a whisper.

“Of your padre?” Isabel asked. Her daughter nodded.

“I-I know I have no reason to be afraid of him anymore. Seeing as how he proved himself to Catalina the other day but...I really can’t help but be afraid of him,” she explained.

“You have every reason to still be afraid of your padre and I fully understand why,” Isabel said. Gently squeezing Juana’s hand.

“Do you know what he did to me?” Juana asked.

Isabel nodded somberly. “I do. I’ve done my research and I’m so sorry, mija. For everything that I had put you through,” she said. Juana looked confused. “What?” she asked.

“Because I specifically put in my last will and testament that your father be the regent if you were deemed unstable to rule Castile. I thought it was the smart thing to do but...I realize now that I only put you in danger,” Isabel explained.

“Y-You assigned padre as my regent and...allowed him to lock me up?” Her mother nodded. Nothing but guilt in her golden brown hues.

Tears fell down Juana’s face. Her mother had betrayed her. And here she thought she could trust her. She curled in on herself as she started to sob.

Isabel was hurt but she knew she had hurt her daughter more.

“Juana, I’m so sorry...truly I am,” she said. Her own tears spilled down her face.

Juana said nothing and just kept sobbing. She’s already dealing with her father’s betrayal and neglect but learning that it all started from her mother made her question everything now.

‘Could she trust them?’ is the main question that was repeating in her mind.

“W-Why…? Why did you do that…?” Juana asked meekly. Tears are still falling down her face. Seeing her like this broke Isabel’s heart in two.

“I-I thought I was doing the right thing. I was foolish to believe that your padre would take care of you and your sisters after I passed. But I was wrong...I was so terribly wrong…” she said. It hurt to admit that she involuntarily took part in her husband’s mistreatment of their daughters but she knew she had to confess.

She reached over to Juana but was startled when her hand was harshly slapped away.

“Juana--”

“HOW COULD YOU!?” Juana screams.

Isabel was shocked at the drastic escalation of the situation. “J-Juana I--” she was cut off again.

“I thought I could trust you! You! My own mother! I thought I at least had someone who would protect me but instead you’re the made who had the ball rolling in the first place!” Juana ranted. Fury within her golden gaze. A hue similar to her father’s.

“Juana, I truly tried to protect you! Please believe me when I say that what I did was for your own good!” Isabel defended.

“Protect me?” Juana laughs maniacally, “don’t give me that crap, madre! You never protected me. You only protected yourself! You and padre were ashamed of me. In fact, I knew I was your least favorite child because of my views of religion!” she stood up and started pacing back and forth. Her arms waving around wildly as she continues her rant.

“I knew you loved Maria, Catalina for their devotion to the faith. Heck! You only opposed Bella from taking the oath because you would lose her as a political pawn but you still gave her more attention than you did me. And don’t get me started on how you and padre favor Juan above all else! You treated me like I was a burden that you could just send away! Like you said in the past, I’m crazy, not stupid.”

Isabel was sobbing loudly now. Hiding her face behind her hands in shame as her daughter listed the ways she failed her as a mother.

The door leading to the back porch flew open and Maria came running out. Somehow having heard Juana scream all the way from one of the guest rooms. Just looking at the situation she came upon, she instantly knew what was going on. Isabel gave Maria a pleading look. Silently asking her for help.

The two women were startled out of their silent communication when they heard a loud thud. They looked over to Juana and found her slamming her head against the wooden post repeatedly. Her eyes shut tight and her teeth and jaw locked in a tight grit.

“Juana!” Isabel exclaimed. Immediately jumping up to her feet.

Maria rushed over to her older sister before her mother could and hugged her as tightly as she could. Pinning her arms on her sides and pulling her away from the post. Trying to ground her and calm her down.

“Jo. Jo, calm down now. It’s okay. It’s okay,” she said calmly and quietly. Juana then started to laugh uncontrollably. A mix of tears and blood, from the fresh cut on her head, fell down her cheeks and her face contorted in a painful grimace. Her arms were trying desperately to break out of Maria’s hold and scratch at her throat. The sound of her laughter was screeching and it was grating on Isabel and Maria’s ears.

Isabel could only stand and watch in horror as her daughters literally struggled with each other. One was trying to break free from the other’s hold.

This was her doing.

She made her daughter like this and she has no way of reverting it now.

All she has is guilt.

After several tense minutes of struggling, Juana finally calmed down and slumped against Maria. Her head throbbing in pain and the cut stinging. Her throat was painfully dry and scratchy from laughing hysterically. She was utterly exhausted from her major breakdown. Maria was quite exhausted herself but stayed standing as she held her sister in her arms. Continuing to say reassuring words to her.

Isabel tried to step closer to her daughters but Maria held up a hand to stop her.

“Juana needs to rest. She’ll be out of it for at least a day or two,” she said.

Their mother nodded meekly. Maria knows how much guilt she has now but this isn’t her business to butt in. This is between Juana and their mother. And her main priority is to get Juana upstairs and into bed to rest.

“Hermano. Help me with Juana,” Maria said.

Isabel looked up in surprise when her son rushed out and gently lifted Juana in his arms. She looked towards the door and found the rest of her children standing there.

How long have they’ve been watching? Did they witness everything?

Catalina held the door open for her brother as he carefully carried Juana inside. Maria following close. Isabel helplessly watched as Bella and Catalina followed suit.

She was now left alone on the back porch.

Isabel dropped to her knees and started sobbing again. The remorse and guilt she felt was overwhelming and she just had to release it.

She has committed the ultimate sin.

Her daughter is like this because of her and she deserves to be punished for it. She felt familiar arms wrap around her and pull her close. Isabel clung to Fernando as she cried on his shoulder. He held her close and comforted her as best as he could.

It was all he could do at the moment.

The next day, Juana was confined in bed all day. Her siblings took turns looking after her while she recovered from mental fatigue. Meanwhile, Isabel spent most of the day locked in hers and Fernando’s room. Still reeling from the immense guilt. Fernando checks up on her from time to time. Making sure she’s okay and if she needed anything. He quickly finished all his and Isabel’s chores by himself and spent the rest of the day with her.

The following morning, Isabel got up really early and went out to the back porch to be alone and think.

As she walked out, she noticed someone was already there.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Juana said. She was sitting on the bench, looking out towards the barn and garden.

Isabel said nothing.

What else could she even say to her daughter at this point?

“Sit down, madre. We need to talk,” Juana said. Her mother hesitantly made her way over and sat down on the bench. Giving a bit of a distance between them. She looked over at Jauna. She looked exhausted. Dark bags under her eyes, sunken cheeks, pale skin and a band aid over the cut on her head.

The guilt was eating away in the pit of her stomach.

The mother and daughter sat in silence for several moments. Watching the sun rising in the distance. Finally, it was Isabel who broke the silence.

“Juana. I’m truly sorry. It was never my intention to hurt you and you were right that my faith blinded me on how I treated my children. I should have prioritized you and your siblings equally instead of treating you differently just because you have different opinions. I understand fully why you’re angry with me and I will not deny my sins to you,” she said. Fiddling with her thumbs nervously as she spoke.

Juana remained quiet for a time. She didn’t even look at her mother. Thinking that she had said what she had to say, Isabel started to get up when Juana placed a hand on her lap to stop her.

“I have bipolar disorder and tics. My therapist prescribed me medication to help with my bouts. Her theory was that I already had symptoms of BPD and that going through postpartum depression after giving birth seemed to have worsened it. This explains my bouts of madness in the past,” she explained. Her mother looked at her in slight confusion. “Hearing her explain it made me incredibly relieved. That there was a reason for my ‘madness’ this entire time. It was like a weight off my shoulders. Felipe, my husband, used my vulnerability to his selfish desires,” she continued. She frowned at the thought of her husband. The man who made her life a living hell.

“He manipulated me to make sure I would stay devoted to him. And he succeeded. I was obsessed with him to the point where I willingly neglected my own children. I have my own faults in the past and just because I was ‘mad’ doesn’t excuse me for the horrible things I had done.” She looked towards her mother as she said the last sentence.

Isabel lowered her head in shame.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that alone, Juana. If I could turn back time, I would right all the wrongs I have committed to you and your siblings. You all deserve better. I’m proud of how strong you are and I hope you can find it in you to forgive me but I will understand if you don’t,” she said.

“I’m willing to work on forgiving you, madre. That is if you’re willing to work with me in making up for all the bad things you’ve done to me,” Juana said.

“I am. I am very much willing to make things up to you, hija. I love you and I’m very very sorry for the neglect I did.”

“For years, I valued the love and care you showed me, no matter how little they were. Even now, I still want that love and care from you. Hearing you promise to make it up to me genuinely makes me happy,” Juan said. Tears falling down her face.

Isabel reached up and gently wiped her daughter’s tears away with her thumb.

“I won’t let my faith blind me again this time around. I was given a second life for a reason and that is to love you and your siblings more than I had in the past. I’m really proud of you, Juana,” she said.

Juana hugs her tightly. Crying on her shoulder. Isabel cries as well. But the tears were happy ones this time. She was happy that her daughter gave her another chance to love and care for her.

She promises to herself and her daughter that she won’t fail this time around.

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latristereina · 5 years

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At the end, Enrique neither requested last rites nor made a will, and while debate continues as to whether or not he named Juana his successor at the last, no one says he named Isabel. Palencia states that when the physician who had been called in told him he had only a few hours to live, Enrique said, “I declare my daughter heiress of these kingdoms,” even though a priest had arrived and tried to dissuade him. Was it proof she was indeed his, or a last stab at dignity and dynasty? We do not know. That he was fond of the child comes through letters he wrote to the Mendozas in 1470, solicitous for her health: they should attend to the princess’s diet; she should not have fruit nor anything made from milk.

- Peggy K. Liss, Isabel the Queen: Life and Times

#perioddramaedit #historyedit #juana la beltraneja #juana de trastámara #women in history #henry iv of castile #men in history #isabel tve #S01E10 #carmen sánchez #pablo derqui

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duchess-of-lara · 3 years

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Who is Lara?

Well, no one exactly 😅

I used that name because of the House of Lara, an extremely important noble family from medieval Castille. They were so important that members of the family acted as regents (and lovers to the Queen... 😏) although they also participated in rebellions against their kings. They supported the first Trastámara King, Enrique II against his half brother Pedro I (who was the legitimate King of Castille and had even received help from the Black Prince).

One of the surviving branches of the House, The House of Manrique de Lara supported Isabel I of Castille and her husband against her niece Juana "la Beltraneja" in the civil war that would confirm her as Queen.

But probably the most important member of the House of Manrique de Lara, the 15th century poet Jorge Manrique wrote my father's favourite poem, the very famous Coplas a la Muerte de su Padre: a funeral eulogy dedicated to the memory of his father.

Around the time when I renamed my blog I had to contemplate my own father's mortality (thankfully he's doing great and it seems like he will keep doing so for many years) so I thought a lot about this poem. I guess the Lara name was in my mind when I decided for a more distinctive name.

So this is Lara. The Duchy of Lara has never existed, the members of the House held others titles (including the still present Duchy of Nájera and the Marquisate of Aguilar de Campoo), so I mixed my favourite title with a very important family name (not just in Spain's history, but also to me personally).

Hope I made any sense! ❤

#ask #house of Lara

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historywithlaura · 3 years

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MARIE & MAXIMILIAN I

The Royal Wedding of the Duchess of Brabant and the Holy Roman Emperor

(married 1477)

pictured above is an imagined portrait of the Duchess of Brabant and the Holy Roman Emperor, by Edmond de Busscher from 1858

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SERIES - On this day August Edition: Marie and Maximilian were married on 19 August 1477.

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MARIE was the only child of Charles (the Bold), Duke of Burgundy and Isabelle of Bourbon, and thus was a member of the HOUSE OF VALOIS-BURGUNDY. She was known as MARIE OF BURGUNDY do to her father's title but she did not succeeded him as Duchess of Burgundy when he died in 1477, she could only succeed to part of his territories as DUCHESS OF BRABANT, DUCHESS OF LIMBURG, DUCHESS OF LUXEMBOURG, DUCHESS OF GUELDERS, COUNTESS OF FLANDERS, COUNTESS OF ARTOIS, COUNTESS OF HAINAUT, COUNTESS OF HOLLAND, COUNTESS OF ZEELAND, COUNTESS PALATINE OF BURGUNDY and MARGRAVINE OF ANTWERP.

MAXIMILIAN was the only surviving son of Friedrich III, Holy Roman Emperor and Infanta Leonor of Portugal. He was a member of the Albertinian line of the HOUSE OF HABSBURG and since 1453 he was the HEIR APPARENT of the ARCHDUCHY OF AUSTRIA, having been known as MAXIMILIAN OF AUSTRIA.

When it became clear that after three marriages the Duke of Burgundy would not have any more children he sought to make the PRINCESS OF BURGUNDY the heir to his vast and rich territories in Burgundy and the Low Countries.

Though her cousin Louis XI, King of France considered himself the true heir, as the Duchy of Burgundy was created in 1363 by their common ancestor Jean II, King of France to an ancestor of the Princess, Philippe II, Duke of Burgundy.

So to secure her inheritance her father sought to wed her making an alliance against King Louis XI. Her suitors included, among others: Charles, Duke of Berry (an estranged brother of the King of France); Ferrando of Trastámara (future Ferrando II, King of Aragon); and Maximilian of Austria.

However in January 1477, before her father settled anything, he died at the Battle of Nancy, leaving her as the richest woman in Europe, aged nearly 20.

Following her father's death, her stepmother Princess Margaret (of York) of England continued to support her and together they tried to negotiate her succession with the nobility of Burgundy and the Low Countries. However the King of France claimed the Duchy of Burgundy, as the next male heir, and annexed it to France.

But she was able to retain some territories in the Low Countries as DUCHESS OF BRABANT, DUCHESS OF LIMBURG, DUCHESS OF LUXEMBOURG, DUCHESS OF GUELDERS, COUNTESS OF FLANDERS, COUNTESS OF ARTOIS, COUNTESS OF HAINAUT, COUNTESS OF HOLLAND, COUNTESS OF ZEELAND, COUNTESS PALATINE OF BURGUNDY and MARGRAVINE OF ANTWERP.

The Duchess and her stepmother also asked for the help of Friedrich III, Holy Roman Emperor and a wedding between the Duchess and his son an heir was finally agreed. They married on 19 August 1477, in Ghent, seven months after her father's death.

pictured above is an imagined painting of the wedding ceremony of the Heir apparent of the Archduchy of Austria and the Duchess of Brabant, by Jacobus Jordaens from c. 1634-35

Following their marriage the Austrian heir took part on defending her territories against France and in the many local rebellions that arose in the Low Countries, but his father the Emperor withdrew do to his own territorial conflicts.

Unfortunately, less then five years of being married the Duchess of Brabant died, after falling from a horse in 1482. She was only 25 years old.

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After the Duchess' death the Austrian heir continued to fight for their son's inheritance in the Low Countries and acted briefly as his Regent.

By 1486 the Austrian heir was elected KING OF THE ROMANS as heir to the Holy Roman Empire and by 1508 he finally proclaimed himself as MAXIMILIAN I, HOLY ROMAN EMPEROR. Between these occasions he remarried twice, to Anna, Duchess of Brittany and to Bianca Maria Sforza, but did not have any other legitimate children.

In 1504 their only son Philippe, Duke of Brabant succeeded jointly with his wife Infanta Juana of Aragon to the Crown of Castile, where they became Juana I and Felipe I, Queen and King of Castile.

On the death of their son the King of Castile in 1506, their grandson Archduke Charles of Austria inherited the family territories in the Low Countries, and by 1516 he also became joint Monarch of the Crowns of Castile and Aragon with his mother as Carlos I, King of Spain.

When the Emperor died in 1519, almost 37 years after the Duchess of Brabant, their grandson also inherited the Archduchy of Austria and was elected and crowned as Karl V, Holy Roman Emperor.

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Their grandson ended up dividing his inheritance between his brother and son, who became Ferdinand I, Holy Roman Emperor and Felipe II, King of Spain, respectively.

Through them, the Duchess and the Emperor were ancestors of the Spanish and Austrian branches of the House of Habsburg.

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MARIE and MAXIMILIAN I had two children...

Felipe I, King of Castile - husband of Juana I, Queen of Castile; and

Marguerite of Austria, Governor of the Netherlands - wife first of Juan, Prince of Asturias and second of Philibert II, Duke of Savoy.

pictured above is an imagined family portrait of the Holy Roman Emperor and the Duchess of Brabant: in the back is their son the King of Castile; in the front are Archduke Ferdinand (future Holy Roman Emperor), Archduke Charles (future Holy Roman Emperor and King of Spain), and Lajos II, King of Hungary (husband of their grandaughter Archduchess Marie, not depicted), by Bernhard Strigel from after 1515

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Check my post about MAXIMILIAN I's father!

His father was Friedrich III, the Holy Roman Emperor since 1452.

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